Salutatorian at Catholic High School Graduation

The local Catholic High School's graduation ceremony is open to the public and advertised in the newspaper. You know these events always have exceptional finger sandwiches and sparkling juice, too. When you show up at the event, it's a sunny day, and there's a decent crowd in the stadium bleachers. You set up a plate of snacks and take your seat. You nosh on some cucumber cream-cheese salmon bites while you watch the Valedictorian's speech.

She's very poised and composed, for an eighteen year old. She thanks her parents, who are undoubtedly very proud, and she stresses the importance of hard work and respect in scholastic life. You eventually stop listening, or even watching. She probably has a prom dress or full riding gear on underneath, but just like all the other students, all you can see of her outfit is her over-sized blue gown and tasselled mortarboard hat.

You almost drift off to sleep, but you're brought back to the scene when you hear the clapping and see the next speaker, the Salutatorian.

You catch her sexy legs in her high-heeled boots first, since most of the graduates' legs are all covered up. She's skinny, average height, maybe part Asian, with dark hair and almond-shaped eyes. Her dark hair has a streak of red in it, which you're surprised is allowed at such an uptight private school. In fact, her whole look is a collection of things you're surprised are allowed at a Catholic school. She has the graduation cap like everyone else, but then around her neck is a silver chain with an upside-down crucifix, the maligned symbol sitting comfortably in her cleavage, her dangling teardrop titties swinging freely in the breeze, one of her malt-brown nipples pierced with a wicked spike. You leave your last bite of finger sandwich on the bleachers and head down to meet the Salutatorian at the lectern, because even though she hasn't said a word of her speech, it's already clear this graduate is a bona fide bad bitch.

She's wearing the school's standard plaid, pleated skirt, but it's cut off about two inches down, much shorter than the standard, and it barely covers her pussy, much less her bubble butt. She's not wearing anything else besides her jewellery. You hear a man remark to his wife, "I guess she's still technically wearing a school uniform, huh?"

"I guess so." They seem scandalized the way certain people get scandalized when someone kisses with tongue or a foreigner speaks the language well, not the way people get scandalized when a young lady speaks at graduation wearing a skirt with no top.

Just as you approach the front of the ceremony, the hottie steps behind the lectern, her big, heavy tits still visible behind the microphone. "Hello class of twenty-whatever, I'm Carrie-Ann Hong, and I'm your Salutatorian, like you give a shit."

"Language! Young lady!" Some frumpy old administrator whisper-shouts from the front row.